It wasn't until the next day, when Song Xiwei accompanied Ao Qian into the Demon Clan's council hall and Ao Qian held her hand in front of everyone, that Song Xiwei vaguely understood what Ao Qian meant by the distinction after the meal.
What happened to keeping a low profile in private?
With so many people watching, Song Xiwei and Aoqian had a very close relationship over the past two years, and to outsiders, they were practically inseparable.
However, this was the first time that Aoqian had held hands with her while discussing matters with the other elders, as was the case today.
As the elders talked to Aoqian, they would look at her. If Aoqian's aura hadn't been so strong, the entire council hall would probably have been filled with conflicting opinions.
Finally, the meeting ended, and once everyone else was gone, Song Xiwei withdrew her hand; her palms were already soaked with sweat.
"I think I'd better not come to the next meeting..."
As soon as Ao Qian spoke, he raised an eyebrow at her and said, "Fine. If you don't like it here, then you won't come."
"Really? Can I really not come?" Song Xi looked at Ao Qian with surprise. Was there really such a good thing?
For the past two years, she has been there rain or shine, and whenever Aoqian comes to the council hall, she takes her along, and Aoqian has never made an excuse to refuse.
To my surprise, Aoqian agreed on my first request.
“Well, if they don’t want to come, then they don’t have to come here.” Ao Qian said seriously, “Next time we have them wait outside our bedroom for the meeting.”
Song Xiwei: "???"
Ao Qian: "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
Song Xiwei looked utterly disapproving: "Are you serious? You've always kept your public and private lives separate, how can you mix official business with your private life..."
Aoqian said innocently, "I didn't confuse the two. Anyway, it's the same wherever you handle government affairs. The important thing is that you're not comfortable in the council hall, so let's find a place that will make you more comfortable."
Song Xiwei rubbed her forehead. "I'm not feeling unwell, I'm fine. Don't change it, just keep it the same, still in the council hall."
"But I noticed you didn't look well just now, and your palms were sweaty. Are you really not feeling well?" Aoqian asked knowingly.
Song Xi rolled her eyes at him. "If you'd be more restrained next time and not pull on me like that, I probably wouldn't have done this."
Ao Qian laughed upon hearing this, "If I told you now that I wouldn't do it next time, would you believe me?"
Song Xiwei was stunned.
Logically speaking, she trusted Aoqian unconditionally.
But regarding this matter...
You can't trust them.
Aoqian simply couldn't do it.
Because there would be no one around, Aoqian had already gone even further.
He kept his hand on her waist and never let go.
She was puzzled. How could the dignified Demon Lord, who seemed so virtuous and upright, stick to her like a leech?
Oh well, in the end it's Aoqian who loses face, it has nothing to do with her.
Aoqian can do whatever he wants.
It's just holding hands, it's just putting your arm around someone's waist.
If she is always so calculating and hesitant, it will only make Aoqian more rebellious.
It's better to go along with him; after a while, he'll get bored with it himself.
As usual, Song Xiwei and Aoqian would chat casually for a few minutes before going to bed each night.
Normally, Aoqian would wait until Song Xiwei was sound asleep before taking a few good looks at her before going to sleep himself.
Today, Aoqian was doing the same thing, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he heard a telepathic message.
It was Lanshan who hadn't contacted him for a long time.
Lanshan is still staying in Penglai under the identity of Wanwan.
But she never forgot her mission.
The message was brief, consisting of only two sentences: "Your Majesty is well; the key to Penglai is now in our grasp."
I replied to Lanshan with, "Thank you for your hard work."
Aoqian then sent a telepathic message to another mysterious person, saying, "It's time to move the pawns of the Celestial Clan."
For the past two years, things have seemed calm on the surface, but that is not the case.
Aoqian is no longer the boy who sat idly by and waited for his death.
He never forgot the desperate situation he faced back then, even though Song Xiwei was by his side.
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